Its
tentacles were hot and slippery against her bare skin, tiny suckers
gripping lightly and releasing. It made its way up to her chest, where a
pair of questing tentacles found her milk-swollen breasts. Even their
light touch made a drop of milk leak from her tender nipples.

Jasmine
tried to push it away, and the alien thing reacted quickly: one of its
deceptively strong tentacles lashed out and gripped her wrists, bringing
them together and binding them tight, pressed against her now-empty
stomach. With no way left to interfere, exhausted from the creature's
birth and her many orgasms, Jasmine could only lie there as the thing
latched a pair of sucker-tipped tentacles onto her nipples...